Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Niger and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Radiohead to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Beau Brummels,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fatback Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Swans,
Byron Stingily,
UT,
Skarface,
Bobby Womack,
Y Pants,
Nirvana,
Panda Bear,
The Birthday Party,
Crash Course in Science,
DNA,
Franke,
Bob Dylan,
The Durutti Column,
Steve Hackett,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Au Pairs,
Marine Girls,
Zapp,
Popol Vuh,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
MC5,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Litter,
Symarip,
David Axelrod,
The Associates,
The Happenings,
T. Rex,
Sandy B,
Amon Düül,
Cybotron,
Delon & Dalcan,
Terry Callier,
Schoolly D,
The Tremeloes,
Mo-Dettes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Q and Not U,
KRS-One,
The Stooges,
Q65,
June of 44,
Loose Ends,
F. McDonald,
Interpol,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jimmy McGriff,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Silicon Teens,
Cymande,
the Swans,
Jandek,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.